Cole whines as he sits up on the sick bed, his body hurting from the last two days event. He breaths harshly, finally able to sit up well. He grabs a wooden cup of water from the table next to him and drinks from it, letting himself calm.
The door to his room opens slowly, the creaking settling in, making Cole whine a bit.
"Sorry, Cole." The masculine voice says.
"Hey, Ronald." Cole chuckles as he sees the Head, walking closer to his side, occupying the seat next to him.
"How are you doing?" Ronald smiles at him, patting Cole on his chest, making him whine lowly. "Sorry, child."
Cole nods. "I'm getting better, Ronald." He state, forcing out a laugh to show as evidence.
"The healers let me in." Ronald state, his eyes roaming Cole's body.
"Yeah..." Cole croaks. He adjusts his posit
